I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. ?You are my sunshine, my only
now 'cause you see it's just too late He's on the run and he's got a gun Stay out his way unless you want some See, he's gettin' older, a bit more
us playing with the gold marbles We wrote novels, now we live life in the bottle, before the devil sold me To the unholy, because my father told me I
Jacob Jacob and Sons (JOSEPH'S COAT) (Jacob) Joseph's mother, she was quite my favourite wife I never really loved another all my life And Joseph was my
I remember her. Hey, how about: My favourite Uncle Ollie Runs an oatmeal factory Ernie: And you won't believe this: But my father's uncle's mother Was my
home with my monkey and my dog." [Jim:] "Thankyou." [Woman:] "I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog I'd like to be home with my monkey and my
is quite common in uh, today's society Phyllis: It's like Adam and Eve and the apple . . . Finally, here's my monster . . . after all this time . . . Don: That's
of this island ever supped of life's bitter-sweet draught... I give you my hail, I give you my blood, I give you my life, O' sylvan liege. My life
we're walkin' in my footsteps (Walkin' in your footsteps) Walkin' in my footsteps (Walkin' in your footsteps) Walkin' in my footsteps (Walkin' in your footsteps) Walkin' in my
a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just some dumb mechanic's wife
Mother says don't play down where your father does his job You know he's got to make a living, or move to Russia... (this is my world, this is my
Father hold father.I know, he hasn`t been easyTo be there for me.Hold my father, hold father.I know, he hasn`t been easy,But you will stay in my mind
get over." Now he's fadig away and I'm glad to say, He's dying at last. naturally. It's a very sad thing to see that my mother with all her heart
Murphy, that she favours just a bit her father too? I'm proud of our darling daughter Mrs. Murphy, but you're my girl Mrs. Murphy . . . but you're my
won't know that you do a bit of crime Your father's on the dole and he really hasn't got the time In the big city, where it's hard to see the sky Black
I was a tailor, I carried my bodkin and shears When I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my gear My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand
love of Guinevere. I'll fight for love." Sir Tristan spoke, "I love my uncle's wife. For her I'd gladly suffer, She is my heart's delight. Isolde
school All I did was break rules and tell lies His birthday's next week So I though as a treat I would buy him his favourite book It's not one of those